Sunday, February 20, 2011

A Friend

A man I know died last week. He was a brilliant scientist, thoughtful writer, delightful raconteur, and character of rare determination. But to me, above all that, he was a friend.

“How often are we to die before we go quite off this stage?” wrote the poet Alexander Pope to Jonathan Swift. “In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.”

Now I know what he meant.

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